Chapter Four: The Shifting Hunting Grounds and the Well-Fed Black Widow

The heavy mahogany door closed behind me, isolating the conference room, filled with masculine scents and violent memories, into another world.

The corridor was quiet, save for the soft hum of the central air conditioning. I leaned against the cold wall and exhaled a long breath. The breath was hot, carrying the lingering sweet, cloying aftertaste of a moan.

"call……"

A strange feeling of fullness spread deep within her body. It was the "essence" left behind by Tanaka, now being digested and absorbed bit by bit by this greedy body. Her previously aching lower back and swollen private parts were recovering at a visible speed, replaced by a continuous surge of heat that nourished every nerve like an electric current.

I lowered my head and looked at myself in the dim emergency light of the corridor.

The black lace blouse she had once worn to humiliate her was now completely ruined, torn open in the front, revealing a deep cleavage and half of her snow-white breast. Her leather skirt hung askew on her hips, and her once expensive, shiny stockings were in a terrible state—the crotch was violently ripped, and the inner thighs were riddled with holes, covered in dried semen and clear vaginal fluid, glistening lewdly under the light.

"She looks so pitiful."

As I said this, my fingers gently traced the torn stockings on my thigh. The sensation from my fingertips was no longer shameful, but a sense of accomplishment as a "female."

This body is amazing.

After just one "meal", I felt my eyesight became sharper, my sense of smell could detect the scent of dust in the air, my skin became more moisturized and smooth, and even the two soft mounds on my chest seemed to have grown larger and become heavier.

"Not enough..."

I licked my lips, and the uterus that had just been filled sent out a signal of emptiness again. It wasn't hunger, but a deeper, predatory desire for life ****.

Right now, I feel like a black widow spider that has just tasted blood, eagerly searching for its next prey.

I walked towards the open office area in my high heels. The sound of my heels tapping on the ground became light and rhythmic, no longer the panic of before, but filled with the confidence of a predator.

The office area was deserted late at night, with only a few lights still on.

I passed by the workstation that belonged to "me"—the workstation of a man. The worn-out swivel chair, the desk piled high with documents, and the coffee cup that had long since gone cold.

Looking at these, I felt a strong sense of absurdity.

Just a few hours ago, I sat here like an ant, worrying about tomorrow's rent and the minister's insults. But now, I wear the minister's skin, harboring a secret powerful enough to overturn everything, looking down on all of this from an absolutely superior position.

"How pitiful..."

I chuckled softly, extending my delicate hand, adorned with red nail polish, and ran it across my desk.

Suddenly, a soft tapping sound came from the corner.

Is anyone there?

I squinted, my gaze passing through the dimly lit corridor and settling on a workstation in the corner.

That's Sato. A recent graduate who had just joined the company, usually timid and hesitant, he acted like a mouse before a cat when he saw Kanzaki Reiko. At this moment, he was wearing headphones, staring intently at the screen, seemingly working on some urgent project.

The perfect prey.

Young, energetic, and... harboring an unspoken longing for me (Reiko Kanzaki).

A cruel yet alluring smile curved my lips as I deliberately made my footsteps louder.

"Da, da, da."

The crisp sound of high heels was particularly jarring in the quiet space.

Sato jerked off his headphones as if he'd been electrocuted, turning around in horror. When he saw me emerge from the shadows, he froze.

"Minister Kanzaki?! You haven't left yet...?"

His voice stopped abruptly, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. His gaze was fixed on my disheveled appearance—the torn shirt, the exposed underwear, and the stockings covered in holes and liquid.

For a virgin who spends all day staring at a computer screen, the impact of this scene is undoubtedly nuclear-level.

"Sa-Fu-kun."

I walked up to his desk, and instead of straightening my clothes, I deliberately puffed out my chest, letting my two snow-white mounds sway precariously in the air.

"Are you still working overtime so late?"

My voice was languid and hoarse, carrying a strong sense of desire. It was Kanzaki Reiko's unique mature and alluring voice, but now it was mixed with the seductive charm of a harlot.

"Yes...yes! Um...Minister, your clothes..." Sato's face was flushed, his eyes wanting to look but not daring to, and he stood there helplessly.

"Clothes? You mean these?"

I looked down at the tattered black stockings on my thigh, chuckled, and then raised my right leg, slamming it onto the edge of his desk with a loud thud.

The move was extremely daring. The leather skirt with a very high slit slid down to her waist, completely exposing her long, beautiful legs, which were covered in tattered, shiny stockings.

"Now that you've seen it, why don't you check it for the minister? These stockings... seem to be damaged."

I lightly tapped his chest with my toe. His ten-centimeter pointed high heel gleamed dangerously under the light.

"Minister... this..."

"lie."

I put my index finger to my lips and then slowly took off my right high heel.

Snap.

The shoe fell onto the carpet.

The jade-like foot, tightly encased in stockings, was now exuding an indescribable scent—a mixture of foot sweat, expensive perfume, and various liquids she had just picked up in the conference room.

I stretched out my foot and stepped directly on Sato's crotch.

"Waaah!"

He groaned and his body trembled violently.

"What? Why is it so hard here?"

Through the suit trousers, I could clearly feel the throbbing, engorged penis throbbing wildly in the soles of my feet. The heat even penetrated the nylon fabric of the stockings, reaching the soles of my feet.

"Sato-kun, so you're always thinking about this kind of thing when you're with me?"

While verbally humiliating him, I deftly pinched that bulge with my toes and began to rub it up and down.

"No...it wasn't me..."

"Still dare to argue?"

My eyes turned cold, but I increased the pressure of my foot. The rough mesh fabric of the stockings rubbed against his glans through his pants, making a soft "rustling" sound.

"Take your pants off," I commanded.

With trembling hands, Sato unbuckled his belt and zipper. His young, vigorous penis sprang out, pointing straight at me.

"That's really energetic..."

I exclaimed in admiration, then stretched out my stockinged foot again and stepped directly on it.

"Sizzle—"

This time, there was no fabric to obstruct the view.

The glossy, damp, and even hole-ridden stockings directly covered his burning hot shaft.

"Ah...! The minister's feet... are so soft... the stockings are so smooth..." Sato tilted his head back and let out a low growl like a wild animal.

Seeing his blissful expression, my sadistic desires were greatly satisfied. I began to circle his glans with the soles of my feet, using the rolled edges of the torn stockings to stimulate his urethral opening.

"Did you see that clearly, Sato-kun?"

I lowered my voice, my tone full of seduction, "These stockings... are covered in other men's semen, you know? Do you really enjoy licking other people's leftovers?"

"I...I like...the minister's feet...even if they're dirty, I like them..."

He had completely succumbed, his hands tightly gripping my calf that was ravaging his genitals, as if it were a lifeline, and he even stuck out his tongue to lick the torn nylon on my calf.

"What a good dog."

I laughed contemptuously, and my toes deftly slipped into the opening of his penis, twisting it forcefully.

"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore... It feels so good... I'm going to cum...!"

"Can't even handle this? Useless thing."

I suddenly pulled my foot back and coldly stared at his dissatisfied expression.

"minister……?"

"Since you want it so badly, then use it here."

I shoved him onto the chair, which was an office chair with wheels. Because of my movement, he slid backward and hit the back panel.

"Your feet are just an appetizer... Now, I'm going to drain you dry."

I straddled his thighs and climbed onto them.

At this moment, the tide turned.

No longer am I passively accepting everything in the meeting room; now, I am the queen in control.

"Sizzle—"

The moist passage remained as it had been stretched open, and with almost no obstruction, it smoothly swallowed his tip.

"Ah...it's so hot...it's so hot inside, Minister..." Sato let out a suppressed growl, his hands instinctively supporting my waist.

"Hmm... Haa..."

As I sat down, that feeling of being filled returned. Unlike the pain and tearing sensation I had felt before, this time, because my body had completely adapted, all that remained was pure pleasure.

His thing hit my sensitive spot right on the spot.

"Get moving... Sato-kun... If you don't work hard, your performance review tomorrow will be pretty bad, you know?"

I threatened viciously, panting.

This clearly provoked him. Perhaps it was a sense of immorality, or perhaps it was the desire to conquer his usually aloof female boss; the timidity in Sato's eyes disappeared, replaced by masculine instinct.

"Minister...Minister Kanzaki...!"

He started thrusting upwards frantically.

"Ah! Ah! Yes... that's it...!"

I tilted my head back, my chestnut curls swaying wildly with the movement. The office fluorescent lights shone a blinding white light in front of me.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the empty office area, sounding particularly lewd. I looked at this subordinate who usually wouldn't even dare to speak to me, now staring at my swaying breasts with a look of infatuation. The strong psychological contrast made my scalp tingle with pleasure.

"Did you see that clearly? Sato-kun... what you're doing now... is dealing with your boss..."

"Yes...I'm in the cadre...Minister's pussy is so tight...so good..."

"Ah...me too...it feels so good..."

As he thrust faster and faster, I felt the staff inside me begin to operate again.

**Absorb Essence** – Activation.

It wasn't just pleasure; it was more like a whirlpool. My inner walls began to consciously writhe and contract, like countless tiny mouths sucking at his penis, trying to squeeze every last drop of energy out of him.

"I can't take it anymore... Minister... you're sucking too tight... I'm going to cum!!"

Sato suddenly stiffened, his eyes rolling back.

"Shoot it all at me! Give it all to me!"

I suddenly sat down, gripping his base tightly, and tightened all my muscles at the same time.

"Aaaaaahh ...

With his hoarse roar, a thick, scalding stream of semen shot deep into my uterus.

boom--!

This absorption was smoother than the last. Although the young man's vitality wasn't as profound as the old man's, it was purer and more violent. The heat flowed through my veins to my limbs and bones, and my thigh muscles, which had been trembling slightly from fatigue, instantly became bursting with power.

I could feel the cells under my skin cheering, dividing, and evolving.

This shell called "Reiko Kanzaki" is being completely assimilated by me, or rather, it is being transformed into a more perfect form.

After a long while, Sato slumped in his chair, panting heavily, looking completely drained. I, on the other hand, was full of energy and even felt like I hadn't had enough.

I slowly stood up, and with a soft "pop," his clone left my body, leaving a trail of glistening strands.

Not a single drop of semen came out. I ate it all.

I tidied my messy hair, and looking at Sato, who seemed to have died once, a satisfied smile appeared on my lips.

"Well done, Sato-kun. I'll give you a good review for tomorrow's report."

I patted his sweaty cheeks, like rewarding an obedient puppy.

Sato stared at me blankly, muttering unconsciously, "Captain...that's great..."

I ignored him and turned to walk towards my office.

As I passed the floor-to-ceiling window, I glanced at my reflection once more.

Her previously disheveled makeup had somehow become natural and flawless, the fine lines around her eyes had completely disappeared, and she exuded a breathtakingly alluring beauty. This was no longer just Kanzaki Reiko; this was a "succubus" reshaped by my desires and magic.

Back in my office, I picked up the staff from the floor and carefully put it into my Hermès handbag.

Then, I looked at another set of spare clothes hanging on the hanger—a high-end custom-made trench coat I had prepared for my business trip tomorrow.

"Alright, even though I'm not full yet, it's time to go home."

I took off my tattered clothes that were no longer wearable, revealing my perfect naked body, and enjoyed the coolness of the air against my skin.

The hunt tonight is far from over. This body's desires are a bottomless pit, and in this city, there are countless "foods" like Sato and Tanaka.

I put on a trench coat, tightened the belt, and covered up my bare skin and the boundless spring scenery underneath.

I picked up my car keys, slipped on my high heels, and gracefully walked out of the office.

"Da, da, da."

Those were the drumbeats signaling the Queen's departure for war.

The elevator doors opened, and I looked at the stunningly beautiful woman reflected in the stainless steel mirror, muttering to myself:

"Where to next? Kanzaki's house... there should be something more interesting there, right?"